A new blog, and new posts.
Bravo, says I.

My sincerest apologies to those of you longsuffering folks who've had to change my links repeatedly over the past course of years...Indeed, I do apologise. *tips non-existent hat off to imaginary scowling audience*

To mark this grand occasion, I decided to fill this lovely empty blogspace up with...what else?...a poem. Written before CAP. A random doodad, but oh well.

{{THEHOLOCAUSTSYMPTOM}}
I dare you to feed me your lies; I promise
I will spit them back into your face-- tenfold
BELIEVE houses the presence of insidious LIE
Look once. And again. And again.

The garish mask of a dying court jester
While inwardly; peals silent tremulous laughter
Forgive me; I had quite forgotten that you see
But only the cheap glare of what I choose to show

You deck my shadow in a virginal shroud, but
I will hang no white flag upon the inner lie
Hang from the cathedral gallows, should you wish
For I am queen of a free land in my mind

Murder me if you will, and merrily I shall depart
With the happy knowledge of the sin vested
on your guilty fingertips- and forgiveness, dear,
shall be a boon you will not lightly earn.

The revelations of my soul; you discard- flippant
Hitler could not have done better; I am certain he
would applaud you. If I had wanted to suffer like this
I would have asked to be born in a jail-cell.

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Last night, I went for the Writer's Connect thing. I was so majorly psyched out- I was bouncing around in the car on the way there. And I saw (oh, the joy) the CAPpers! Yeah. Major family reunion. It was majorly cool. Our performance of Unwonderland didn't go as well as I'd have liked it to (my scream was rusty, soo.), but Choon Hiang's poem was the tops. I mean, seriously. Congrats, you!
After it had ended, we headed downstairs to the cafe in search of a drink. Unfortunately, it was in a really bar-like setting; and we highly doubted they served anything but alcohol.

"Excuse me, but we're under the age of 16. ...Um, do you serve any drinks to the underage group?"

...Doy. Wonderful, just wonderful. Congrats, Yi Yong- please don't ever use that as a pickup line.

Oh, for the love of chocolate covered crepes.

In any case. We walked to Raffles City and (after much consideration AND walking up and down) grabbed seats at Starbucks; where Kenneth, Gerald, Choon Hiang, Yi Yong and Nicholas bought themselves frightfully overpriced coffee and teas. I didn't get anything; 'cause, like, for one- Starbucks coffee is LOADED with sugar, and we shouldn't be drinking coffee at night anyway. And secondly, I had tea at home, and I saw no sense in forking out a frankly insensible sum for a cup of tea too hot to even drink. See? I'm smart. (smirk.) We chatted for a while- (will someone PLEASE explain how footie is entertaining?! I will never understand the complex mechanisms of the male mind.) and then I MRTed back home. (And YES, 2Gians...I can take the MRT by myself okayy. So do not underestimate me.)

...I was going to put a quiz here; but then I realized that it was horrendously long. Eeurgh. So it's nada to that, then.

Well. I'm off now. Mad rush to finish holiday homework.

Taa!